We look in the mirror, at all the imperfections
That’s all we see, is just an infection
We don’t see the beauty, that came from our conception
We just look at ways, to reverse the age direction
But today I looked in the mirror, and saw a different reflection
A young face, with a stunning collection
Of beauty and poise, and of nothing in need of correction
All I saw this time was top notch perfection
I’m not being vain, or saying I need to win a beauty election
I am saying we need to all check our connection
The way our eyes see affection
It shouldn’t come from the outside section
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty could be flawed perfection is something Im convinced about. What do you think? Nice read and write.-Baru Gobira